[Yet to him it does not feel like a satisfactory conclusion. He had let Olivia flee, watching with his tongue dumb and his feet so heavy as her figure faded smaller and smaller, but he cannot yet accept that he must let her go for good. He is a man privileged to have always obtained that which he desires: his relationship with Olivia had bloomed from his stubbornness in just this fashion. So too is he privileged to have never felt so sharply until now the sting of rejection, the ache of lost love.
Achilles sits beside Ramir, upset of countenance as he considers her words.]
Then am I never to have a wife while I hold Patroclus fast within my heart?
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Achilles sits beside Ramir, upset of countenance as he considers her words.]
Then am I never to have a wife while I hold Patroclus fast within my heart?